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 Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 9:47 am
The liche sat on his throne reading one of his many books. He has his own operation under the village. Yet, it was vastly larger than the village itself. He keeps the village afloat, giving them unwanted materials like copper and other metallic materials. He controlled an army down under these very crypts. The zombies dug deeper into the earth to gather other minerals. His skeletons hid in suits of armor to keep watch of the entrances while his zombie hounds stayed closer to him.
He was in the middle of studying about an interesting concept of how life and death were one subject rather than two seperate topics. "Hmm... interesting..." he pondered the idea as he continued to read. Then a ghost hovered through the wall and knelt in front of him. The lich looked up from his book. "Yes?"
The ghost hovered beside him and whispered to the liche. "Excellent. Bring the materials and the titan for Grafting... I plan on making a competent servant that can do the harder missions. 16 Zombies brought in a huge titan on a massive dining table. While another 30 brought in the materials. "Now we begin! He brought in another corpse. This corpse was a well known fighter from long before. The liche trapped his spirit for long time passed. He had him in his control. "Now let us begin!" The ghost handed him his tools while he butchered the two bodies together... using dark magics to make the ancient warrior stronger. Giving him a metallic body and giant limbs of that of the titan to have intensely more strength than ever conceived by any human.
"Now for the finishing touch my reaper!" He put a powerful scythe in the corpses hand. The souls of the damned filled the corpse. The body hovered, then rose to it's own feet. "Yes! It worked!"
The Reaper looked up to him. "What is your will my master?" The liche smirked. "You will be my champion... I have given you dark powers for reaping souls from helpless victims... only those who are dead, who are close to death, and people with magic will be able to see you..." He pointed at 'Reaper' his scythe. "Do not lose your scythe." He warned.
"Your task is simple Reaper. You have to go and collect me the most powerful source of power there is known to man... Souls. Deliver to me many souls, and I can reward you... make you stronger than any other creature in the world!"
The liche leaned down to Reaper. "However if you disobey me, I will destroy you... and you will never walk the face of any dimension again!"
He stood up. "Now go, and do not disappoint me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 11:20 am
The graveyard of exiles littered the entrance of this dreadful place. Housing the spirits of angered spirits and forgotten souls. A single crypt laid in the very back. However... it was not any normal crypt. It second as a dungeon for prisoners and criminals who had committed crimes in this small village.
It is said that the maddening screams of the dead in this graveyard and crypt can make any man insane if they stay long enough.
In the deepest part of the dungeon there is a hidden lever that opens to a vast catacomb underneath the village. This place is a vile and unholy place that holds an unspeakable evil... The liche. Controlling an army of the dead to do his bidding and services. He is the reason this village exists with the weapons it has. Resources it uses to survive. The reason it has water. It only pays with one respect. To never tell anyone of the evils that is commited, and the exiles can live in peace without harm. Even the strongest of exile warriors fear the depths of the Crypts and dungeons!
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 4:57 pm
The Reaper would Return. The Titan Arm and Omni Core in hand. "I have returned master." He would try to invoke the power of The Omni Core. "To end your suffering!" The Crypts would begin to shake...
The liche looked up from his book. He casually flicked his wrist at Reaper. The Reapers body being paralyzed. Shaking violently in attempt to resist. "Now drop your weapon." Reaper would drop his weapon... then collapse on the ground. "You thought your souls would protect you... laughable really." His voice would echo as he picked up the scythe himself. Running his skeletal teeth against the blade. "You have served your purpose... but I know I can find better uses for you..." He would sit down back in his throne. "Bring the orb in..."
A slow moving zombie would hobble in. Carrying a black orb with many runes engraved unto it. A pedestal would rise slowly to meet the zombies hands. The Zombie would place the orb onto the pedestal. Then stand there. The liche waited... "Now run along... before I stick your soul in there too." The zombie nodded before hobbling away. "Now for the ultimate power... I will be able to have an infinite source of power... Now all that stands in my way is the realm of ruin! My weapon will take them... and their souls. By storm." He would touch The Black Eye with Reaper. "Take my precious Eye! Take the souls from your reaper!" He would let go of Reaper. Slowly hovering in the air. Reaper would begin to glow a bright white as it would start blasting souls into The Black Eye. The Liche would watch as the souls would get trapped inside The Black Eye. "Yes! YES!" He would laugh darkly as he witnessed the power transfer.
The liche would lift the Titan corpse into the air. "I will create a servant more powerful than Dragons and Titans. He would create the first hybrid. He could feel the Dragon soul stirring inside the sphere. "With his soul... A titan body. I will create the most powerful creature in existance. The First Liche that is in fact a titan... imbued with the knowledge of a Dragon." The Titans skin would break. It's tailbone extending like a Dragons tail. Then spreading wings. Hands Stretching to be claws. "Yes... become stronger!" Reaper would stop transfering souls. Falling onto the ground...
The Titans skin would mold into scales. The liche grabbed The Black Eye. "Yes... come to life!" He would cackle as the Titan/Dragon hybrid would land on it's feet. Letting out a powerful roar. "What is your will... my master." He would kneel down. "You will take a few of my Death Knights. Take them to a Portal of Ruin... and you will reap me more souls."
Reaper would look down... taking the scythe that was now him. "Of course... Master." He would say as he turned around. His tail sliding against the ground. Three Skeletons wearing heavy armor. Bathed in a powerful dark aura stood in front of him. He would then walk away from them. Heading out of the Crypts... The Three Death Knights followed him...
((Reaper Exit. Death Knights Exit))
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:28 am
Reaper would fly through the wall in front of The liche. Though the liche didn't expect him back so soon. He was caught reading a book of more spells. "I have grave news master. Undead are very susceptible to ruin, and can turn against us. I believe a new approach is in order. Such as maybe golems or more magic weapons."
The liche rolled his one remaining eye as he closed the tome with one hand. Dust floating out of it. "Yes... that is rather inconvenient isn't it. Which is why I have something like a surprise for you." He would stand up from his throne of bones. Walking over to 'The Black Eye'. He would unveil it. It emanated with sorrow and pain as it wept with blood. "The Death Knights I sent with you weren't anything special. Just something to get enough people into Ruin, however if they need to become stronger to surpass ruin, then they are going to need... 'enhancements'." He would pick the orb up with his bone hands. "I'll grant your request. Just don't fail me..." He would point into the ceiling above the orb. It opened in a darkening portal. The blood that had been weeping from 'The Black Eye' began to shower it's blood up into the portal...
"I also have something to report. General Tao the Dragon Slayer lives. He is searching for a great weapon. His ally said it was one of The God Blades."
The liches red eyes grew intensely bright in anger. As it did so The Black eye would start to moan aloud. "WHAT!? That is unacceptable!" He scowled as he looked over to Reaper. "Anything else you would like to share!" He yelled at his oversized minion.
"Tarnor has arrived at the portal and The Realm of Ruin was created by Damascus." He was slightly fearful of his master now. Never had he felt such negative energy... even with the souls he had currently.
The liche let out a howl of rage. Many dangerous vermin left the crypts because of it. "Tarnor is there! I should have known!" Once he had finished channeling his spell. He placed the orb calmly down onto the table. "Damascus... The rival of creation... interesting. Ironic he created a realm..." He would eye a zombie deep in the corner. "You! Come here." The zombie turned around and stumbled his way close. "That's a good zombie..." He looked back to Reaper. "Now pay attention, if you fail me..." He simply pointed his finger. It was strange, it wasn't negative energy or darkness he wielded... but light. The Zombie slowly melted into a pile of goop on the floor. A ghoul moving to eat and licking it up with an extremely deranged tongue. "You will be that goop if you fail me... now go!"
The Reaper covered his eyes from the positive energy... then when he was told to leave. He did just that. Fleeing the scene before he too was nothing but bile on the ground. [exit]
The liche picked up the orb again. Divining General Tao by his name. When he found him striding across the tundra on a Winter Wolf, accompanied by a strange guardian. He couldn't help but cackle. "A warrior and his companions... stuck on a journey in the ice. Unknowingly falling prey to a might wizard..." He laughed he began to cast spells through his domain...
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